This is a song about "Apocalypse scalpel metallical adams apples"

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Apples, been dapper, burning double end candles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives